My wife Slave of Lust

Epilogues

After they finished talking, the two of them decided to say goodbye. Of course, I drove them home to the porch. Mama ... also participated because Ibram had slept with his nanny.

"Well, yes, Ib." Mama started muttering something that made me wince inexplicably.

"I mean mama?" The question I asked along with the rotation of the neck that moved towards him because Deyandra's car had disappeared into the gate.

"Ibra .. Are you sure you don't want to marry again? Take Ranti, for example." His gaze also now leads to me who began to put on an unpleasant expression mixed up not wanting to continue the conversation. As a result, not a single word came out of my mouth. Only the movement of rubbing the nape that tends to be stiff coupled with a forced smile. "Since the first time I saw that girl come here, I've had a hunch that Ranti is fit to be your partner, Ib."

Oh, naw! Why does my mother's words make me speechless?

If you can be honest, Ranti is a good and beautiful girl apparently. However, I myself am not so sure - am I ready to rebuild a relationship on behalf of the household?

I don't think so. It's not that easy. My divorce and Vida's just in process. Plus, the deep trauma that was binding me as if I did not want to let me free and loose. So, how could I easily swing the steering wheel and switch to another heart? Just because of a reputation, or maybe a bad taste?

Again, I don't want to go into the same hole. It takes time to think about and knit everything. Not as easy as turning the palm as in general.

"Alright, mama won't force you, son. Looks like you haven't been able to step forward in that direction." With a weak sigh, my mother began to understand where my thinking went even without saying a word.

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The day of the decision is in sight. The atmosphere of sadness seemed so dense, it enveloped every face that had a blood relationship with my ex-wife. Yes, Vida and I got divorced a few days ago. Without having to wait a long time, the judge immediately approved the lawsuit that I filed, because the reason is so supportive, so there is no longer any further mediation-mediation.

Today, the judge again read out the verdict on the punishment to be received by the criminal - Aaron and Vida - along with his minions.

Yes, after completing the trial, Kak Catur brought his mother out of the courtroom because the woman who had been my mother-in-law, did not stop spilling sorrow water since the decision of the punishment for the princess and her partner. And as my father-in-law once said, he would not attend this conference.

How else, every action must have a consequence. Likewise with what has been done by Vida, every heinous act must be rewarded in accordance with the law in force in this country. So, as difficult and as heavy as anything, everything must be accepted even by pressing down on the heart.

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"Thank you for solving this case. I am indebted to you, "I told Huda and Sidqia while greeting them both.

"This is our duty, Ib. You don't need to thank me" Sidqia said, releasing her post from me.

"What did I leak? Pake titip-titip all," his grunts while throwing faces in any direction.

I just smiled lightly and shook my head slowly. Unexpectedly, this very brave female policeman, could show such an adorable facial expression right now.

"Yes, you're careful on the road. Greetings to om and aunt there. If there is a chance I will visit them," I said as I let go of Huda. He seemed to nod, then pick his sister's head before entering his private car.

Sidqia looked increasingly upset, then screeched, "Zain ...!" Unlike the expression on his face, the expression was not really emotional. I knew that he was just trying to cover up his grief, because he had to part with his dear brother again.

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"Ibram, I hope that one day you can grow up to be a lucky man in every way. Never repeat mistakes you've made, okay!" ocehku interrupted jokes with the baby.

From today on, my life is for Ibram. I will do whatever it takes to achieve his best growth and development. I won't let him lack anything. Especially an affection. If one day she asks about her mother's whereabouts, then I will tell her the truth. However, as depraved and as evil as anything, Vida is the birth mother of Ibram. The woman who gave birth to him. So, I have no small right not to acknowledge his destiny.

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Along with the end of my story, I should go back to telling you who have been willing to read this story to the end.

Again, never be like me! If you don't want a household story that ends in betrayal. Don't ever be like me! If you don't want a household that stops at the end of a deadlock.

I realized, as a husband, not every time can accompany the wife at home. However, believe every husband who is busy with his work, they do it just for the sake of sufficing the lives of his wife and children. So that they have a decent life so that they can feel a comfortable life as lived by others.

Well, if the busyness of the husbands is considered to have exceeded the limit, try to communicate it. Open, speak from heart to heart, do not just grumble and remain silent as if nothing happened, but endlessly look for another port. Don't get like that! The reason is because not all husbands have a level of sensitivity to the god.

Thank you, and may happiness always accompany your life.

^^^Warm salam,^^^

Ibra Maulana^^^^